𝐎, 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 ⎥ "He wants a fight with
a God? I'll give him one."
﹙ from stardust we came, to stardust we return ﹚
Prisoner of Azkaban - Deathly Hollows
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ELARA HAD HERBOLOGY FIRST THING THE FOLLOWING MORNING. she and harry had been unable to tell ron and hermione about their lesson with dumbledore over breakfast for fear of being overheard, but they filled them in as they walked across the vegetable patch toward the greenhouses. the weekend's brutal wind had died out at last; the weird mist had returned and it took them a little longer than usual to find the correct greenhouse.
"wow, scary thought, the boy you-know-who," said ron quietly, as they took their places around one of the gnarled snargaluff stumps that formed this term's project, and began pulling on their protective gloves. "but i still don't get why dumbledore's showing you all this. i mean, it's really interesting and everything, but what's the point?"
"no idea," said harry, inserting a gum shield. "but he says it's all important and it'll help us defeat him."
"i think it's fascinating," said hermione earnestly. "it makes absolute sense to know as much about voldemort as possible. how else will you find out his weaknesses?"
"so how was slughorn's latest party?" elara asked her thickly through the gum shield.
"oh, it was quite fun, really," said hermione, now putting on protective goggles. "i mean, he drones on about famous ex-pupils a bit, and he absolutely fawns on mclaggen because he's so well-connected, but he gave us some really nice food and he introduced us to gwenog jones."
"gwenog jones?" said ron, his eyes widening under his own goggles. "the gwenog jones? captain of the holyhead harpies?"
"that's right," said hermione. "personally, i thought she was a bit full of herself, but —"
"quite enough chat over here!" said professor sprout briskly, bustling over and looking stern. "you're lagging behind, everybody else has started, and neville's already got his first pod!"
they looked around; sure enough, there sat neville with a bloody lip and several nasty scratches along the side of his face, but clutching an unpleasantly pulsating green object about the size of a grapefruit.
"okay, professor, we're starting now!" said ron, adding quietly, when she had turned away again, "should've used muffliato."
"no, we shouldn't!" said hermione at once, looking, as she always did, intensely cross at the thought of the half-blood prince and his spells. "well, come on . . . we'd better get going. . . ."
